We’d been having a continuous conversation about or sex life. A wide-ranging discussion, which was something we seemed to do every now and then for some reason. Our communication was good but could be stronger. We often texted our thoughts and feelings or e-mailed them. Face to face made us both nervous. I don’t know why.
I confided in my wife and let her know about my biggest fantasy. Something I’d kept repressed and buried deep. It was so hot, but so awkward to admit. I fantasized about her with another man. No, I didn’t want to be in the room and watch or participate. I did however want to know all the details. Every last one of them.
This conversation continued on for weeks and months. It faded, then it came back. I suggested something, a starting point of sorts. Write me an e-mail with a summary. Summarize a date you WANT to go on. You’ve got my blessing to do what you please, however you want. Let your mind run wild.